how refreshing those times when the world offroads thru another prism door to refract a breath of newness engendering feelings a child sometimes feels— and for that twinkling I am a kid again
o’er Lavapura sips Rahu a cup of mortality under eyes of Sun and Moon to ears of Vishnu— tho’ behead’d guilty demon his jaws still immortal chase and feed upon the tattlers— soon escapees from his fangs hamper’d slowly in their wake till their slip off Maha’s doorstep renders the full smile of Day